Booth’s Drum [1] (Henry Lawson Poems)
They were "ratty" they were hooted by the meanest and the least,When they woke the Drum of Glory long ago ...
Henry Lawson Poems (510 Poems)
The Alleys (Henry Lawson Poems)
I was welcome in a palace when the ball was at my feet,I was petted in a garden and my ...
The March of Ivan (Henry Lawson Poems)
Are you coming, Ivan, coming?-Ah, the ways are long and slow,In the vast land that we know not-and we never ...
Old Stone Chimney (Henry Lawson Poems)
The rising moon on the peaks was blending Her silver light with the sunset glow,When a swagman came as the day was ...
Peddling Round the World (Henry Lawson Poems)
When at first in foreign parts Was her flag unfurled,England was a Gipsy lass Peddling round the world.Sailing on the Spanish Main- Everywhere ...
The Crucifixion [The Light of The World] (Henry Lawson Poems)
They sunk a post into the ground Where their leaders bade them stop;It was a man's height, and they spiked A crosspiece ...
The ‘Soldier Birds’ (Henry Lawson Poems)
I mind the river from Mount Frome To Ballanshantie's Bridge,The Mudgee Hills, and Buckaroo, Lowe's Peak, and Granite Ridge.The "tailers" in the ...
Talbragar (Henry Lawson Poems)
JACK DENVER died on Talbragar when Christmas Eve began,And there was sorrow round the place, for Denver was a man;Jack ...
Bourke (Henry Lawson Poems)
I've followed all my tracks and ways,from old bark school to Leicester Square,I've been right back to boyhood's days, and ...
The Spirits of Our Fathers (Henry Lawson Poems)
THE SPIRITS of our fathers rise not from every wave,They left the sea behind them long ago;It was many years ...
Pigeon Toes (Henry Lawson Poems)
A dusty clearing in the scrubs Of barren, western lands-Where, out of sight, or sign of hope The wretched school-house stands;A roof ...
The Old, Old Story and the New Order (Henry Lawson Poems)
They proved we could not think nor see, They proved we could not write,They proved we drank the day away And raved ...
A Word to Texas Jack (Henry Lawson Poems)
Texas Jack, you are amusin'. By Lord Harry, how I laughedWhen I seen yer rig and saddle with its bulwarks ...
Captain Von Esson of the “Sebastopol” (Henry Lawson Poems)
Of his beauty, or stature, or colour of hair I hadn't the slightest hint,But he comes to me as a little ...
The Vote of Thanks Debate (Henry Lawson Poems)
THE OTHER NIGHT I got the blues and tried to smile in vain.I couldn't chuck a chuckle at the foolery ...
Dawgs of War (Henry Lawson Poems)
Comes the British bulldog first-solid as a log-He's so ugly in repose that he's a handsome dog;Full of mild benevolence ...
The Captains (Henry Lawson Poems)
The Captains sailed from all the World-from all the world and Spain;And each one for his country's ease, her glory ...
The Song of a Prison (Henry Lawson Poems)
Now this is the song of a prison-a song of a gaol or jug-A ballad of quod or of chokey, ...
Black Bonnets (Henry Lawson Poems)
A day of seeming innocence,A glorious sun and sky,And, just above my picket fence,Black Bonnet passing by.In knitted gloves and ...
The Boss’s Boots (Henry Lawson Poems)
The Shearers squint along the pens, they squint along the 'shoots;'The shearers squint along the board to catch the Boss's ...
The Bush Fire (Henry Lawson Poems)
Ah, better the thud of the deadly gun, and the crash of the bursting shell,Than the terrible silence where drought ...
The Boss Over the Board (Henry Lawson Poems)
When he's over a rough and unpopular shed,With the sins of the bank and the men on his head;When he ...
The Rovers (Henry Lawson Poems)
Some born of homely parents For ages settled down-The steady generations Of village, farm, and town:And some of dusky fathers Who wandered since ...
Cromwell (Henry Lawson Poems)
They took dead Cromwell from his grave, And stuck his head on high;The Merry Monarch and his men, They laughed as they ...
The Bursting of the Boom (Henry Lawson Poems)
The shipping-office clerks are 'short,' the manager is gruff-'They cannot make reductions,' and 'the fares are low enough.'They ship us ...
The Jolly Dead March (Henry Lawson Poems)
If I ever be worthy or famous- Which I'm sadly beginning to doubt-When the angel whose place 'tis to name us Shall ...
The Secret Whisky Cure (Henry Lawson Poems)
'Tis no tale of heroism, 'tis no tale of storm and strife,But of ordinary boozing, and of dull domestic life-Of ...
The Ballad of the Rousabout (Henry Lawson Poems)
A Rouseabout of rouseabouts, from any land-or none-I bear a nick-name of the bush, and I'm-a woman's son;I came from ...
‘Bound for the Lord-Knows-Where’ (Henry Lawson Poems)
'Where are you going with your horse and bike, And the townsfolk still at rest?Where are you going, with your swag ...
The Port O’Call (Henry Lawson Poems)
Our hull is seldom painted, Our decks are seldom stoned;Our sails are patched and cobbled And chains by rust marooned.Our rigging is ...